This society isn’t mine. I’m not a part of this.
We all want to fit in, but what if there's no room for our true selves?
We are a collection of broken shards. Some were born with pieces that nearly looks intact when put together.
Others..? With razor sharp edges and scratched reflections we're bound to be different.
If we can't hide our nature, then all that's left is to embrace it. Because.. .. I'd rather die alone and unique, then live life as something I never was.
I traveled to the very edge of life to find who I am. Nothing did I find, but solitude and thorns.
I wil never be as beautiful to you, as I am to myself right now.
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